The Squirrel Watcher

It has beautiful auburn hair and big almond

shaped black eyes and whiskered cheeks.

he curls of its tail as long as its body is tall

brings a swirl of happiness to my mother;

the squirrel watcher.

Mom lines a dozen pecans onto a bark formed shelf

and to her delight watches

as the male squirrel hands-off the nuts to his mate

one cheek and paws full at a time.

For hours they will play, racing to and fro

among the trees, leaping across gulfs to the

next tree limb or for more antics crossing

the fence and climbing the roof.

They climb the greased pole to rob the bird feeder

of its sunflower seed and take a sip from the birds’ bath.

And every once in awhile they stopped and gaze

at the wonderful woman watching over them.

The Dreamer’s Soul Vol. One, p14. 2003 by Kathryn Aubrey

ISBN#09-09747822-0-3

Dedicated to my mother Mrs. Patrician Anne Boggs